Good thing Agnes was quick on her feet, so that bucket of water only dampened the hem of her dress.
The woman was fierce and intimidating. "Get out! Now! You're not welcome here."
Agnes said calmly, "Mrs. Fabian, I just want to talk to you. I mean no harm."
Mrs. Fabian looked impatient. "I have nothing to discuss with journalists. Leave now or I'll kick you out." With that, Mrs. Fabian slammed the door shut.
Agnes found herself left out in the cold.
She sighed. This was a tough nut to crack, no chance for a conversation at all.
But Agnes was not one to give up so easily. She stood at the doorstep, plotting her next move.
Soon after, she heard the barking of dogs in the alleyway, and clearly someone else was approaching.
Sure enough, Jared, dressed in a sleek black overcoat, came in slowly with the backdrop of the setting sun.
Seeing Jared was like swallowing a calming pill for Agnes, whose anxiety lessened considerably at his sight.
Jared approached her and noticing her damp dress, he asked, "What happened?"
Agnes frowned. "I couldn't get in and start a conversation. Do you have any ideas?"
Jared replied, "Let me try."
Hearing his words, Agnes was hopeful. After all, Jared was famously known as a skilled negotiator in the business world.
Jared knocked on the door again, and in no time, the door swung open.
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